"This goal is in?"

Liu Jianhong's chin shook violently, and his voice was filled with incredible feelings.

Xu Yang was even more stunned and couldn't even say a word.

The opening game is only 11 seconds!

It took a second for Gao Lin and Hao Junmin to pass the ball, Long Shute looked at the battlefield, waited for the formations of both sides to spread out, and then he solved the battle alone...it took eight seconds!

He drove the ball in eight seconds and ran 60 meters!

When he scored the ball into the goal, the last Oyer who was broken through by him had not even turned around!

It took him only 11 seconds to score his first goal in the national team!

-

"What else is a more exciting debut than a performance like this?"

Liu Jianhong murmured:

"Shocking explosive power, light and stable dribbling, unwavering determination... Long Shute showed us his most brilliant traits, and also clearly told us why he alone can gain a foothold in the European League and become the core player of a giant team like Ajax..."

Xu Yang also replied from his dull state. He licked his lips and said slowly:

"Long Shute, who just came on the court, took the opportunity to kick off the ball and scored a lightning goal, caught the opponent off guard. This is really a wonderful strategic choice! But the Dutch team will definitely strengthen his defense against him next. It may not be easy to achieve such an effect..."

Liu Jian, who was watching the live broadcast in the dormitory, silently turned off his voice.

Why does the comments from this commentary sound so annoying?

"Why are you shutting down? I'm listening..."

Lang Guangjun from the upper bunk said, "Did the Chinese team score a goal?"

"Aren't you sleeping?" Liu Jian rolled his eyes.

Lang Guangjun turned over and jumped off the bed: "Don't you always praise Long Shute as the savior of Chinese football? Let's see how powerful he is!"

Liu Jian turned on the speaker again, and the referee just blew the whistle to start over.

"drop!"

-

Babel rubbed the ball, Luke Dejong passed it back behind him, and the Dutch team kicked off.

The three forwards crossed the center line almost at the same time and advanced towards the Chinese team's half.

Gao Lin, Hao Junmin and Yu Hai are recovering at the same time, preparing to make their first defense in the half.

"The Netherlands is moving forward very quickly. We must speed up the return to defense, otherwise it will be easily penetrated by our opponents..."

Xu Yang was still chattering, but his voice suddenly paused:

“…break?”

"It's broken!"

Liu Jianhong's voice suddenly overwhelmed his partner:

"The Chinese team successfully intercepted the ball! This is because of Long Shute's sudden robbery!"

-

It was not someone else who was intercepted by Long Shu, but his midfield partner Sim Dejong in the club.

De Jong dared to pat his conscience and said that he was not careless at all just now, and his entire attention was on Babel's return pass.

Although he is 1.86 meters tall, although he has two long legs and does not run slowly, his pace is a bit slow, and his ball control skills are not outstanding. He is not as good as Suarez and Emmanuelson at dribbling and propulsion. His favorite thing is to insert from the back and score points.

Facing Long Shute, who had just scored a goal, was in high spirits and came in a fierce momentum, he felt panicked for no reason and quickly accelerated towards the passing line, trying to transfer the ball before Long Shute.

But he is too late!

In Ajax team, no one can be faster than Longshute!

No one!

Long Shute, who has been speeding up, can ignore space and distance and complete the snatch before everyone!

A red afterimage flashed past De Jong's eyes, and the football that was about to be passed to his feet had disappeared!

He turned his head and looked back. This back... is so familiar...

-

"Long Shute's appearance really strengthened our midfield defense hardness. His speed and running range almost gave us a barrier!"

Liu Jianhong, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, quickly blew a wave at the great Long Ritian.

But the cautious Xu Yang sent "professional advice" to Long Shute, thousands of miles away through the broadcast screen:

"Although the ball is intercepted successfully, we can't relax. We should play steadily and penetrate from the ground... Alas? Long Shute is too rash! Why is he still dribbling the ball? Pass quickly!"

-

pass?

To whom?

Do you want me to pass back Gao Lin ten meters away?

Or Yu Hai or Hao Junmin from fifteen meters away?

Am I crazy?

Can they pass it to me?

——I mean, even if they have this consciousness, they don’t have this footing method!

This is not a face-to-face short pass within five meters, it is more than ten meters away!

For these teammates... it's too embarrassing for them!

Instead of making teammates in a dilemma, I might as well work alone!

Therefore, Long Shute did not consider cooperating with his teammates at all. After intercepting the ball, he directly accelerated and swept through the Dutch midfield area!

-

This was originally an offensive opportunity for the Netherlands team. Needless to say, the three forwards had already entered the 30-meter area of ​​the Chinese team, and even the four midfielders all exceeded the half.

Van Marvik underestimated the opponent too much at this time, and the two middle players, Stroman and Sim Dejong were both 1.85 meters and 86 meters tall. They were very slow in the offense and defense conversion. When dealing with Deng Zhuoxiang, who was slower, they certainly were not a problem, but now the Chinese team's offensive players have already changed!

Dezeu and Wijnaldum, who were only about 1.7 meters tall, were enough, but they stood at the left and right wingbacks respectively. Seeing Long Shute speeding up, stealing, and riding alone, they could only stare at 20 or 30 meters away!

You let them chase?

Can't catch up...

-

Oyer doesn't need to make any decision this time.

Because Long Shute aimed at Vanderville, who was on the right this time...

Van der Were crying: because he lost his position...

He likes to assist and has been pressing forward with the main force since the Netherlands kicked off. When he saw Long Shute intercepting the ball, he had already left Oyer and Anita and stood alone in the middle circle.

Although he is a defender, Van der Welsh is also a fast horse. His idol is Barcelona fullback Alves. Their common characteristics are that they love offense...

But just like De Jong just now, in Ajax, no one can compare their vice captain in speed!

No one!

Van derville's only choice may be a foul, but the premise of the foul is...he can hold on to the opponent!

Long Shute is like an accelerating magnetic levitation train. Not only does Vanderville not only can't find a chance to get off, but he can't even hold his body in close proximity!

The two were closest to each other, and he didn't even have the chance to fly a shovel!

-

Long Shute was still running wildly with the ball.

His last enemy was Oyer.

Cold sweat rolled down the veteran's forehead, and he had no choice.

Van der Were, 22, can't catch up with him, and he is already 36, has no hope.

I have rich experience, but my legs have long lost the flexibility I used to when I was young. With such a fast offensive and defensive rhythm, it is almost impossible to complete the interception.

So he can only commit a head-on foul!

"careful!"

"It's dangerous!"

Liu Jianhong and Xu Yang were shocked. Even Xu Yang, who was just complaining about "why not pass the ball", almost knocked over his water cup because of nervousness.

Oyer flew across the penalty area!
To be continued...